Please! Dude, I need a break.
As some of you know, Scott was injured in an accident at work about 3 weeks ago. He is still not well enough to go back to work. Which is stressful enough.
Then add in car repairs to BOTH cars to get them insured in BC. Sucks, right?
THEN add in that yesterday morning, on the way to work my car.....died. In the middle of the road. Just died.
I could not get it started. Remind anyone of anything?
None of the jackasses on the road seemed to notice I couldn't start my car OR the fact I had my flashers on. Instead they honked and yelled at me.
Don't worry. I gave them all the finger as they drove by without offering help.
I called Scott. He didn't answer. I called a co-worker, since I was only 4 blocks from work. Thank God he didn't answer, because when I called Scott again and he answered, I promptly burst out crying.
Shit, right?
With Scott on his way to help, I figured I might as well call for a tow truck. So I called my Dad to look up a tow company for me....and cried into the phone.
Dammit!
I like to think I am pretty tough, but I bet Scott and my parents would tell you that's not true. But in my defense, I slept poorly and had a headache before I left home. Add into that the fact that my car DIED in the middle of the road, I could not fix it myself, I was going to be late for work (which is a problem for me- I can't stand being late for anything), and I had to get help.
Ok, wouldn't you have cried too?
Both my Dad and Scott showed up, and so did a tow truck, shortly after. While the truck loaded up my car Scott accused me of running out of gas (which it turns out I didn't) and then he drove me to work.
Within a couple of hours I had a call from the repair shop. It wasn't pretty. It was downright ugly to be honest.
My lunch yesterday included french fries. And you would not blame me one bit, if you knew.
I picked up the car after work, and when I got home I got busy making dinner. Comfort food, all the way. I made this soup again and to accompany it, grilled cheese sandwiches.
Did it soothe me and make me forget my shit-tastic day? I'm not sure about that, but I can tell you, the drinks after dinner sure helped.
As some of you know, Scott was injured in an accident at work about 3 weeks ago. He is still not well enough to go back to work. Which is stressful enough.
Then add in car repairs to BOTH cars to get them insured in BC. Sucks, right?
THEN add in that yesterday morning, on the way to work my car.....died. In the middle of the road. Just died.
I could not get it started. Remind anyone of anything?
None of the jackasses on the road seemed to notice I couldn't start my car OR the fact I had my flashers on. Instead they honked and yelled at me.
Don't worry. I gave them all the finger as they drove by without offering help.
I called Scott. He didn't answer. I called a co-worker, since I was only 4 blocks from work. Thank God he didn't answer, because when I called Scott again and he answered, I promptly burst out crying.
Shit, right?
With Scott on his way to help, I figured I might as well call for a tow truck. So I called my Dad to look up a tow company for me....and cried into the phone.
Dammit!
I like to think I am pretty tough, but I bet Scott and my parents would tell you that's not true. But in my defense, I slept poorly and had a headache before I left home. Add into that the fact that my car DIED in the middle of the road, I could not fix it myself, I was going to be late for work (which is a problem for me- I can't stand being late for anything), and I had to get help.
Ok, wouldn't you have cried too?
Both my Dad and Scott showed up, and so did a tow truck, shortly after. While the truck loaded up my car Scott accused me of running out of gas (which it turns out I didn't) and then he drove me to work.
Within a couple of hours I had a call from the repair shop. It wasn't pretty. It was downright ugly to be honest.
My lunch yesterday included french fries. And you would not blame me one bit, if you knew.
I picked up the car after work, and when I got home I got busy making dinner. Comfort food, all the way. I made this soup again and to accompany it, grilled cheese sandwiches.
Did it soothe me and make me forget my shit-tastic day? I'm not sure about that, but I can tell you, the drinks after dinner sure helped.
15 comments:
I would have cried too! Hope things look up soon!
Rye hath charms aplenty, to be sure. Must say, I just stumble-surfed onto your rather witty and delicious looking blog yesterday, and colour me impressed as all get out. Between the daring delights of your culinary ideas to the day to day trials and tribs, an engaging read emerges.
-Janet(or was I Chrissy? Never can remember)
It's one thing when people are rude but when life gets so rude, you just have to cry! It's allowed and healthy!
I can't believe how some days can be like that but they are.
I would have cried too and eaten lots of chocolate - glad you had soup to comfort you - it seems really tough that life can be so crap and then get worse - but hope you get some good luck soon - sounds like you are due some
Just checking out your site as I was doing the weekend cookbook challenge - it has cheered me up having the nigella challenge - so hope it will cheer you a little to know your blog event is spreading good vibes through the blogosphere
OH SARA!! I'm so sorry you had a shitty, crappy day yesterday. I wish I lived closer than a whole friggin' Continent away because I would have BROUGHT you french fries for lunch!!
Hope today is a much brighter and happier day.
Oh Sara I am so sorry. Sometimes things suckily pile up. Hope you, Scott are better soon and your cars too.
Ani
foodiechickie.com
There is nothing wrong with crying - I'm sure I would have too!! I hope things turn around for you soon!!
Add me to the list of those who also would have cried. I also probably would have yelled at the people who drove by too, in addition to the finger.
Today has to be better, right? There's always that! (Feel free to give me the finger for that lame comment :)
Try to hang in there and I'm so sorry you've had such a crappy patch of luck lately. It *will* get better...honest.
You know what's better than after-french-fry-dinner-drinks? Nothing. The good news is that tomorrow is bound to be better. Chin up. It will all be ok.
I would have cried too. I remember picking up my car after it needed extensive body work after an accident. First I dropped off the rental which came with a hefty pricetag I wasn't quite expecting, then I needed to pay the body shop a deductible THEN the battery was dead when I got in to drive away. I was a crying blubbering mess at that point. They got that new battery in my car so fast...
Poor Sara! Sending lots and lots of hugs your way (since I can't send you booze over the bloglines!)
Oh honey!
Horrid times deserve a load of tears.
Big hugs from me.
j
You did the right thing with the fries, for sure. Pile on fresh cheese curds and gravy and you have the Quebec classic - poutine. That, bourbon, a fire and a good, old movie and you'll be cured in no time!
I know what I'm having for dinner tonight!
Oh , poor Sara,
Didn't you had enough these days?
In you place , I 'd eat a hudge amount of French fries. With lots of mayo. And poor a bottle of royal crown ( beer or was it whisky)in....And lots of chocolat .And cry my eyes out.
You didn't
You're a brave girl !.
Hope things get better real soon, real fast. I keep you in my thoughts.
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